I Can’t Zoan

I can’t sit here
And pity you
I got so much
That I want to do
I can’t waste time
Being a piece of shit
I’m trying to bring
Back home a championship


Outgrew certain bonds
Don’t worry homie
We can still get along
It’s just that I can’t
Sit here and get high all day long
And forsake my time in writing songs
I’ve become an artist
Whose tried his hardest
And got something to show
But if I wallow in my pity
Waste time
Chasing tail for bitches that are pretty
I know that I won’t ever grow
Coach put me in
I’m playing during crunch time
All Satan’s ever done
Is rain on my parade
But God’s finally
Providing a little extra sunshine
And to waste it
Being affiliated with you
And to waste it
Being high all day long
Would be the worst thing that I can do